Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Laura Lowell and the Four Seasons Deer Placement Issue

Upon entering the Central Base, Seraphina Sullivan and her team were guided along.

Like streams flowing into the sea, they moved toward the wide entrance leading to the "Super Underground Area."

Where they would be assigned in the future—whether they would remain underground or have the chance to go to the surface, or even higher—all depended on the Central Base’s unified assessment and arrangements.

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Meanwhile, deep within the Central Base, inside a heavily guarded command center filled with countless giant screens flashing with data and images, Gordon Chandler stood before the main control console.

He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his expression grim.

Beside him sat several other elderly men, also in military uniforms. Though their hair was gray, their gazes were as sharp as a hawk’s. They exuded the authority of long-held power and the composure of those who had weathered many storms.

The largest screen displayed real-time surveillance footage from each of the base’s peripheral entrances.

Seraphina Sullivan’s team flickered past on one of them.

"The Central Base is currently seeing an unprecedented influx of survivors," one of the old leaders, a man with a gaunt face, spoke slowly. His voice was hoarse yet powerful.

"According to the advance reports from the various safe zones and our preliminary screenings, there are undoubtedly a large number of ’Players’ with diverse Abilities hidden among them.

They are a variable, but they are also our hope.

Properly settling them, guiding them effectively, and even absorbing the best among them will be our key strength in facing the even more severe natural disasters to come."

Gordon Chandler nodded.

He pulled up another report. "The ’disaster pause’ granted by the system is about to end.

Based on the intelligence we’ve gathered and the feedback from Joy Hughes, the next global catastrophe will most likely be ’Extreme Heat’ and ’Terrifying Temperature Swings.’

We need to plan ahead and focus on finding and recruiting Players with Ice Element or Water Element Abilities, or those who can create low-temperature environments and regulate temperatures.

They will play an irreplaceable role in cooling, water production, and protecting key facilities."

"I’m giving you full authority over this matter, Gordon," another elder, one with a ruddy complexion and a burly frame, said in a deep voice.

"Form a special task force to screen, contact, and evaluate these Players as quickly as possible.

Resources can be appropriately allocated to them. We must establish an effective response system before the extreme heat arrives."

"Understood!"

Gordon Chandler stood at attention to accept the order, then immediately reported again. 𝚏𝒓𝖾𝒆𝙬𝔢𝗯𝓃𝘰𝒗𝚎𝑙.𝘤𝗈𝑚

"In addition, I just received an encrypted message from Wesley Moore, the head of the Vorlag Safe Zone. His team has arrived at the periphery.

He specifically mentioned a special type of potato from their safe zone, the Growth Potatoes.

According to his description, eating a small amount of these potatoes produces a strong feeling of fullness. They also have a short growth cycle and a considerable yield.

I believe that if this is true, this crop holds strategic importance for alleviating the food pressure from our base’s growing population.

I recommend we immediately organize agricultural experts to verify this and consider large-scale cultivation in suitable areas of the base."

"Oh? Is that so?"

The old leaders exchanged glances, all seeing the gravity in each other’s eyes.

"Food is the foundation of survival.

If such an efficient crop truly exists, its value is no less than that of a powerful team of Players.

Arrange a meeting immediately to verify the situation.

If the Effect is confirmed, designate it as a top-priority agricultural project and give it our full support!"

"Yes, sir!"

Gordon Chandler noted the directive. He took one last look at the bustling torrent of survivors on the screen, who were pouring into the underground entrance filled with both hope and exhaustion, and said in a low voice,

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